19: Chapter 19 is simply a bunch of useless trash.

"A bunch of trash, you can't even block a single blow!"

An Ming watched as over twenty of his subordinates died at the hands of Ye Xuan. There was not a ripple of emotion in his eyes; instead, he cursed their incompetence.

"Mountain-Splitting Thunder Strike!"

An Ming swung the giant axe in his hands, and a thunderous axe-light several meters in size blasted toward Ye Xuan.

"Low-grade Mystic Power technique, what use is it against me?"

Ye Xuan shook his head. It was simply too weak. This time, he casually swung the zhu xian sword, blocking the attack with a single strike.

"Pfft—"

The seemingly overwhelming attack was instantly torn to shreds. Ye Xuan's eyes narrowed: "Courtesy demands reciprocity. I've finished playing; now, you take a strike from me!"

Ye Xuan held the zhu xian sword and exerted his full strength to unleash several sword auras, killing toward An Ming.

"Impossible!"

"You are only at the ninth stage of the True Profound Realm, how could you possibly have such power?!"

"Diamond Thunder Defense!"

Seeing this attack, An Ming's expression changed drastically. Sensing a life-or-death crisis, he desperately mobilized the Mystic Power within his body to form a defensive barrier, hoping to block this lethal sword strike.

Upon touching the defensive barrier, those sword auras actually became even more excited. Three seconds passed, the barrier shattered, and An Ming's body was pierced through by the sword auras.

"Father, save me, quickly save me!" An Ming shouted in terror.

"Little brat, how dare you!"

An aged and formidable aura swept across, blocking the strike. However, the old man's body was forced back dozens of steps, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Too late, old man. You cannot stop the person I want to kill!" Ye Xuan's voice appeared behind the old man, and a severed head was tossed toward him.

"Boy, you have such audacity to dare to kill my son!"

The old man was none other than An Lushan, his face cold and grim.

The man had a bloated body with a protruding belly, and his aura was at the peak of the Spirit Profound Realm.

[Name: An Lushan] [Age: 65] [Realm: Ninth Stage of the Spirit Profound Realm (Perfected)] [Constitution: Flame Body (Green)] [Luck: Success in old age (Green), Misfortune in old age (Black)] [Affinity: -100 (Irreconcilable enemy)] [Fate: Phoenix Empress (Supporting Role), Evil God (Supporting Role)] [Life Destiny: Throughout his life, he has only empty ambitions and no great achievements. Half a year later, because his son, Core Disciple An Yunfei, provokes Yun Zhe, his entire clan is exterminated by him.]

"Oh ho, so you, old man, have come too. That saves me the trouble of searching everywhere."

Ye Xuan chuckled inwardly.

After reading An Lushan's life destiny, he couldn't help but sigh; the fate of some people in this life is just that unremarkable.

Even when he's about to die, he still delivers a big gift to the protagonist.

Ah, how funny.

A younger one could be called a 'wealth-delivering boy'.

What should this old guy be called?

A 'treasure-delivering old man'?

Ye Xuan swallowed a spirit pill to restore his Mystic Power and raised the zhu xian sword. With a frosty expression, he said: "Old man, both of your sons have been slaughtered by me. As their father, if you don't go down to accompany them, it really wouldn't be appropriate."

"Arrogant, die!"

An Lushan's face darkened, and he flew into a rage. The pressure of the perfected Spirit Profound Realm instantly locked onto Ye Xuan, and then he threw a punch.

"Bang—" The massive fluctuation of Mystic Power made the nearby pedestrians instantly too afraid to continue watching.

"Hmph!"

Facing a cultivator at the ninth stage of the Spirit Profound Realm, Ye Xuan did not let his guard down. He responded with his full power, using the zhu xian sword to catch the punch, and then slashed back with a sword aura.

"You... this sword, it truly is a good sword; it's a waste to be used by you!" An Lushan retreated dozens of steps in surprise, then looked at his fist, where the sword aura was still overflowing wantonly. He couldn't help but exclaim: "To be a mere ninth stage of the True Profound Realm and actually survive a blow from this old man, you brat have enough to be proud of."

The two tangled again. After dozens of rounds, An Lushan's aura had withered significantly, yet he still could do nothing against Ye Xuan.

"Old man, if you want to kill me, this level is not enough." There were several wounds on Ye Xuan's right hand that held the zhu xian sword, but there was not the slightest hint of retreat in his eyes.

"Little brat, don't get cocky."

An Lushan's momentum rose again, climbing toward the aura of the Earth Spirit Realm: "With your talent, in a few years, you would likely become a Core Disciple of the Cangqiong Holy Land. It's just a pity that you killed my two sons; I absolutely cannot let you off."

"Try this move of mine."

The red Mystic Power around An Lushan suddenly turned into a gloomy dark color, and the danger level instantly increased several times over.

"Condense!" He formed a hand seal and snorted coldly.

The surrounding temperature instantly rose dozens of times, and the space was distorted, forming waves of energy.

"Purgatory Divine Fire, go! Burn that brat to ashes for me!"

An Lushan shouted, pouring almost all his Mystic Power into this attack.

This sense of oppression increased tenfold.

"Evil Soul!"

Facing this attack, Ye Xuan directly activated the first layer of the Evil God Art. Subsequently, a purple light surged in his eyes, and at this moment, his aura was no weaker than that of a Spirit Profound Realm expert.

"Moon-Grabbing Star-Falling!" Ye Xuan drained the Mystic Power in his body with a single sword strike.

The two attacks collided.

"Boom—"

The endless thunderous Mystic Power instantly tore apart the strange flames, and suddenly, the space within a radius of over ten miles exploded.

"Thunder Spirit Body?! You!"

That sword strike sliced through the strange flames, passing through half of An Lushan's body under his incredulous gaze.

"Farewell." Ye Xuan faced An Lushan's expression of fear and stepped forward, sword in hand.

"Spare me, spare this old man, I will absolutely not trouble you in the future!" An Lushan, not yet fully dead, began to be afraid. Beneath his aged eyelids was nothing but fear, and he begged: "Let me go... I am willing to give you my secret..."

"If I kill you, the secret will be mine regardless."

"My son... Core Disciple An Yunfei, will not... let you go..." An Lushan roared, looking like a vengeful ghost.

Soon, the zhu xian sword pierced through his heart, and the voice stopped.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ye Xuan was also exhausted from this and slumped to the ground, muttering to himself: "Core Disciple An Yunfei? That is nothing but a clown; Yun Zhe will help me kill him."

Today was truly extremely dangerous. Fortunately, he had the Thunder Spirit Body to replenish his Mystic Power; otherwise, he really would have fallen at the hands of this old guy.

"Now, let me see the secret of this old thing."

Ye Xuan searched An Lushan's body and found the storage spirit ring, then probed inside with his divine sense.

There were tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones, a strangely shaped statue, and some scrolls containing a family tree.

"Oh? So it's here!"

Ye Xuan's brows instantly relaxed as he found a piece of animal skin map in the corner of the storage spirit ring's internal space.

"Grandpa Zhang, Xueni has come back late! Wuwuwu..." Feng Xueni wrapped Grandpa Zhang's body in a piece of animal skin, wiped the bloodstains from the old man's body, and then burst into heartbroken tears.

"Silly girl, don't cry."

Ye Xuan stepped forward to comfort her, feeling a bit of guilt in his heart. If he had dealt with the Azure Dragon Mercenary Group sooner, these subsequent tragedies would not have happened.

"Big Brother Ye, Grandpa Wang is gone, and now Grandpa Zhang is gone too. You are the only family I have left now!" Feng Xueni threw herself into Ye Xuan's arms, her voice hoarse as she said: "Big Brother Ye, you won't leave Xueni in the future, right?"

The girl wept loudly, blaming herself with every sentence.

"It's all my fault; it's all my fault that Grandpa Zhang was killed by these bad people. Big Brother Ye, tell me, is Xueni a jinx?"

"Xueni, I will not leave you; I will always be by your side." Ye Xuan hugged Feng Xueni tightly, stroking the girl's little head: "Don't cry, be good. In just a short while, your little face has been stained by tears."

"Your safety is the greatest comfort in Grandpa Zhang's heart, silly girl."